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where happy silence lulls the quiet soul ...

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"Whilst August yet wears her golden crown,     Ripening fields lush- bright with promise; Summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing     Her fading green glory on to riotous Autumn." -  Michelle L. Thieme, August's Crown  
And so, another month is almost over.  A month of unwelcome heat (for me), the ground becoming bone hard, flowers quickly going over; dragging the hosepipe up to the top of the garden to quench the thirst of the vegetables; the countryside parched; July, as you may have guessed, is not my favourite month.  Now, thankfully, it has turned a little cooler and is more bearable.


But there have been upsides.  An unexpected tea party in the garden; meeting up with a friend I haven't seen for a while; a birthday celebration meal getting together with a coterie of friends to laugh and chat and catch up on news.  My circle of friends isn't large - but I have managed to see them all in the last week.

I realised that occasionally I need these things -…

Fields of Burnished Gold ...

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Vincent van Gogh  All this unexpected summer sunshine is ripening the crops in the fields - nothing more beautiful than a field of golden corn waving in the breeze. I mounted my trusty steed and cycled down into the valley, all the while listening to the buzzards mewling above; catching the thermals and circling higher and higher.



The farmers have been busy working into the night to get the crops and hay gathered before the weather turns, dotted across the fields the black specks of  scavenging crows pecking around for fallen seed and grain.


Fields of Gold Sting You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky,
When we walked in fields of gold.



There's a bright golden haze on the meadow, There's a bright golden haze on the meadow, The corn is as high as an elephant's eye And it looks like it's climbin' Clear up in the sky  And then all the heavy machinery will come in; cutting and threshing; grain belching…

nature's silent eloquence ...

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The other day I picked up my camera and headed off for a walk around the village - something I haven't done for a while, due to all manner of things that have interrupted my daily rituals.


The Linden trees are in blossom; this one overhangs the pavement and smells so sweet - attracting hordes of bees and literally buzzing with life.


In July the verges alongside the road become a tangled mess of grasses that are in need of cutting; most of the wild flowers are over, except for a patch of moon daisies I found that have escaped from a nearby garden.


I have missed taking this walk every day; it helps me feel connected to the countryside and the seasons; become more conscious of the weather; the flowers; the crops and the animals in the fields.




I can spy over hedgerows and fences and see my fellow villagers' gardens; all the things that make this such a pretty village.





And when I arrive home  and see my front garden, I once again remember just how lucky I am to live here in such b…

a rose labyrinth ...

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This is one of the most beautiful rose gardens I have visited.
Coughton Court in Warwickshire. (pronounced Coat-un)












Wandering the gravel paths, Fingers glancing over silken petals and prickled thorn. The air hangs heavy with sweetness and honied scents. Roses of all colours and hue
Noisette, Alba, Damask, Floribunda Scrambling skyward or trailing low. Following the twisted curve The labyrinth An endless path leading to Where flowering abundance begins and ends. Darkened arbours to sit in shade and view the house of history, made  of ancient stone, turret and gable
standing still,
 brooding,
watching over the centuries.
And now for the history bit ...  The name Coughton (pronounced "Coat-un") suggests a settlement or farm known for the hunting of woodcock or game birds. It is believed that there was a medieval house on the site when John de Throckmorton arrived in 1409 to marry into the de Spiney family. Since that time, Coughton Court has been home to the Throckmortons, o…

Down to Earth ...

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A nothing much happened kind of week.  Mostly it rained and rained and rained.  The sun burst through for short periods then hid behind the clouds and it rained again.  The garden is flattened and battered and a soggy mess.  We have had the heating on it has been so chilly - even my pet sheep had their hats and scarves on.


On Monday electricians came and fitted an earthing device.  On Tuesday a different electrician came and earthed us (our earthing spike had deteriorated - whatever that is) - apparently new regs said it had to be done before the house could be signed off as completed.  The electrician also fitted the new ceiling lights to replace the water damaged ones.


And a new desk has been installed to replace the water damaged one.


Next week all the carpets are going to be fitted and voila - we're done.  Hurrah!

Meanwhile back at the ranch - every time the sun came out I rushed into the garden to take some pics of the least damaged flowers.


The view from the kitchen window